So I am standing before Billy's boss near the swimming pool, my heart fluttering as I gaze into his clear blue eyes. He is complimenting me on my good looks and firm and trim body. I barely hear his words; I am concentrating on controlling my breathing and trembling hands.
I have never felt this awkward and nervous around a man, but then again, I have never met a man as rich, handsome and totally at ease with the power he has over others. I am hypnotized by his charm and personality, and most of all, his wide and beautiful smile.
Suddenly from behind, a pair of hands are on my hips, and before I can react my nylon gym shorts are quickly pulled down my legs and land on the concrete around my feet.
Oh my God, Billy just pantsed me in front of his boss. All I am wearing now are tiny red, string bikini briefs; I feel my face glow and imagine it's almost as red as my briefs.
Tommy (yes, he said I could call him Tommy), chuckles softly and says, "There – that's better – now you fit in."
I must say when Billy and I arrived at the party and were escorted outside to the large pool area, I was surprised to see the attire of the party guests. Not so much the older men, they wore mainly the latest in manly swimming wear, but the younger guys were wearing skimpy briefs like mine, or jockstraps that exposed their bare butts to everyone...at least my butt was encased in cotton.
I never know what to say or how to act around people I respect and admire.
When I'm with 'regular' people like myself, I do just fine. I can easily keep up my end of a conversation. I am comfortable with people whom I have much in common, but now here with Tommy, I remain silent and listen intently to his every word.
"I saw you looking at the cabana's a while ago, would you like to see the inside of one?" he asks me.
"Uh, yeah, sure..." I answer and immediately regret my inability to voice a complete sentence.
I am stunned when he takes my small hand in his but do not pull away. My heart begins pounding and I am afraid being so close to me Tommy can hear it.
We are standing on the opposite side of the pool where the men and boys are gathered; the cabana's are behind and next to us, but curiously, instead of taking me to the nearest cabana, he slowly leads me around the pool and we silently parade by the party guests.
I feel the eyes of the men drink in my nearly naked flesh. I hear muffled grunts of what I perceive to be approval of what they are seeing.
I am so scared I unconsciously squeeze Tommy's hand, and instantly relax when his hand squeezes mine back. I am proud to walk next to him.
I surreptitiously glance at a large man seated nearby, and see that his eyes are focused on the bulge in my briefs. I experience a twinge of self-satisfaction knowing these tight-fitting bikini briefs gives the illusion my 'package' is much larger than it actually is. The man's eyes never looked away from my croch.
We next pass by a man seated with a caramel-colored boy sitting on his lap. I quickly look away but my head swivels back to see the man's hand inside the boy's jockstrap.
Is he fondling the boy's genitals? I silently ask myself. What kind of party is this?
My question is answered when we next stride by an older man standing, his hands gripping a kneeling boy's ears as he slowly maneuvers an impressive erection in and out of the boy's mouth.
I notice an expression of joy and bliss on the kneeling boys face as he eagerly takes as much of the man's hard cock as he can between his obscenely rounded lips.
Oh my goodness - all of these scantily clad young boys are here to provide sex to the older men!
We finally reach the far end of the pool and Tommy leads me to the other side and to the first of a series of six cabana's.
"Go ahead, open the door," he says to me.
The door looks made of light bamboo but when I pull on the knob it won't open.
Tommy chuckles and says, "You'll need both hands – the door is made of heavy oak."
I still struggle as I wrest it open. The small room is illuminated in red as we walk inside. The huge bed in the middle of the room is the first thing I see. You can't help but notice it.
Once my eyes become accustomed to the soft red glow, I see a toilet in the corner to my right and a wash basin next to it. Then I see on either side of the bed, small tables with bowls containing – what are those? Condoms? Bottles of lotion? Are those long, phallic-shaped objects really dildos?
Something in the corner of my eye causes my head to turn and I see objects hanging from the wall. A cold shiver races up my spine when I recognize various lengths and thicknesses of belts, chains and whips.
Tommy must have seen the expression on my face of what – Fear? Dread? Astonishment?
"These look like simple bamboo huts, but they were built with extreme discretion in mind...if a man prefers to have his boy screaming and crying – no one outside will be able to hear anything at all," he says as though his explanation is normal and makes perfect sense.
I am speechless. Should I run for the door and get out of here as fast as I can?
Tommy can feel my hand trembling in his. He pats the end of the bed and says, "Sit next to me."
I try to distance myself from him but he won't have it; he sits so close to me the heat from his thigh on my flesh becomes unnerving...my prick begins to twitch inside my briefs.
He puts his arm around me and I feel his strength as he pulls my upper body closer to him.
I become keenly aware that I am sitting in my undies next to a man wearing only gym shorts that bear the logo of his fitness centers. His hand tries to soothe me by gently stroking my shoulders and back.
"Billy has told me everything he knows about you," he says. "I must say, he has piqued my interest in you."
Really...why? I briefly wondered before I remembered what kind of a 'hut' I was now inside. I again consider running for the door but am unable to move – I sit frozen beside the muscular man.
"He tells me you are smart, fun to be with, and possess a good sense of humor...but best of all – you are a very agreeable young man, and you follow directions nicely," he says with conviction.
Agreeable? Follow directions nicely? What does that mean?
"I understand you earn minimum wage at a job you do not care for – a very physical job, at that...perhaps you may want to make a career change and begin earning 'real' money? Would you be interested if I offered you a position in one of my fitness centers? Has Billy told you the kind of money he makes working for me?"
"Uh, well, yes – he says he makes great tips every night," I answer.
Billy had told me he makes anywhere from $200 - $300 a night in tips. When I asked him what he did to earn that money he became vague, saying only the work was easy, and mostly fun.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when Tommy placed his hand high on my thigh and squeezed. When he began stroking my inner thigh my penis instantly stiffened inside my briefs.
I turned my head and closed my eyes hoping Tommy didn't notice his hand had given me a hard-on.
I heard him chuckle then felt his hand close around my boner. Uh-oh...too late.
"Yes, Billy also said you respond very well to stimulation..." he said then softly chuckled again.
